Naraku stood motionless, bowing his head. "You know, Sesshomaru, it's true
that I really don't have any reason to keep this sword. Go ahead, take it."
Naraku threw the sword to the ground in front of Sesshomarus's feet.
Sesshomaru glared at the demon, anticipating an attack. Naraku gave one
last laugh, and vanished with the wind. Sesshomaru made no sudden move.
Making sure that Naraku was no longer present, he sniffed the air. Certain
that Naraku had fled, Sesshomaru cautiously moved toward the tenseiga, and
quickly grabbed it. He pondered Naraku's unusual generosity, but it was no
matter. He now had the tenseiga and could save Rin.
He traveled a far distance in a short amount of time. He couldn't
care about the pain in his legs from running so far, he could only think of
seeing Rin's smile again.
"Sesshomaru sama! You've returned!" Jaken was not used to being without his
master for so long.
Sesshomaru looked to where Rin's body once layed. "Where is Rin."
Jaken pointed to the pile next to him. "I've just covered her with some
leaves, the insects were swarming her body."
Sesshomaru approached the pile of leaves and twigs. He kneeled down, and
removed the debris with his one arm, revealing Rin's stiff body. While
looking down upon the child's cold corpse, he remembered the way she used
to laugh. How at night she would snore softly, how she would try to teach
Jaken to dance whenever given the oppurtunity, and how she sometimes would
willingly grab his hand with her tiny fingers, and just walk alongside him,
trying so hard to keep up. A tear gently fell from Sesshomaru's eye. "You
are saved, Rin."
Sesshomaru stood up and raised his tenseiga. He looked down upon the demons
crawling around Rin's helpless body, and thrashed his sword down upon them.
The blade sliced through the demon's corrupted bodies, and it was done.
Sesshomaru paused for a moment, then lifted Rin's head with his arm. He
looked into her eyes, waiting for any sign of life. Suddenly, her wounds
began to close, and her bruises disappeared. She blinked once, and shifted
her eyes to Sesshomaru. She spoke in a soft, meak voice. "Sessh. .
.Sesshomaru sama?" Sesshomaru held her close to his chest.
"Rin. . .you were attacked, but you're going to be fine. Never run off like
that again, do you understand?" Sesshomaru's voice was weak.
Rin closed her eyes. "I'm sorry, Sesshomaru sama." She sighed in relief and
clutched Sesshomaru's fur. Still holding her tightly, Sesshomaru noticed
there was a scar on her back being exposed through her torn dress. He
looked closer at the mark in horror. The scar was in the shape of a spider.
that I really don't have any reason to keep this sword. Go ahead, take it."
Naraku threw the sword to the ground in front of Sesshomarus's feet.
Sesshomaru glared at the demon, anticipating an attack. Naraku gave one
last laugh, and vanished with the wind. Sesshomaru made no sudden move.
Making sure that Naraku was no longer present, he sniffed the air. Certain
that Naraku had fled, Sesshomaru cautiously moved toward the tenseiga, and
quickly grabbed it. He pondered Naraku's unusual generosity, but it was no
matter. He now had the tenseiga and could save Rin.
He traveled a far distance in a short amount of time. He couldn't
care about the pain in his legs from running so far, he could only think of
seeing Rin's smile again.
"Sesshomaru sama! You've returned!" Jaken was not used to being without his
master for so long.
Sesshomaru looked to where Rin's body once layed. "Where is Rin."
Jaken pointed to the pile next to him. "I've just covered her with some
leaves, the insects were swarming her body."
Sesshomaru approached the pile of leaves and twigs. He kneeled down, and
removed the debris with his one arm, revealing Rin's stiff body. While
looking down upon the child's cold corpse, he remembered the way she used
to laugh. How at night she would snore softly, how she would try to teach
Jaken to dance whenever given the oppurtunity, and how she sometimes would
willingly grab his hand with her tiny fingers, and just walk alongside him,
trying so hard to keep up. A tear gently fell from Sesshomaru's eye. "You
are saved, Rin."
Sesshomaru stood up and raised his tenseiga. He looked down upon the demons
crawling around Rin's helpless body, and thrashed his sword down upon them.
The blade sliced through the demon's corrupted bodies, and it was done.
Sesshomaru paused for a moment, then lifted Rin's head with his arm. He
looked into her eyes, waiting for any sign of life. Suddenly, her wounds
began to close, and her bruises disappeared. She blinked once, and shifted
her eyes to Sesshomaru. She spoke in a soft, meak voice. "Sessh. .
.Sesshomaru sama?" Sesshomaru held her close to his chest.
"Rin. . .you were attacked, but you're going to be fine. Never run off like
that again, do you understand?" Sesshomaru's voice was weak.
Rin closed her eyes. "I'm sorry, Sesshomaru sama." She sighed in relief and
clutched Sesshomaru's fur. Still holding her tightly, Sesshomaru noticed
there was a scar on her back being exposed through her torn dress. He
looked closer at the mark in horror. The scar was in the shape of a spider.